She tries to resist

Blue from the cold, Margaret get's pulled out of the water. Harry get her lay on the carpet, and pushed her head down, so she couldn't get up.

'This reminds me of a holiday I once had.' He muted to himself.

And then the guy started to rub her skin. His cold body slowly warming her up.

'You're not as cold as a real Ice Princess,' He massages her clit, and Margareth can't hold back a soft moan.

'but those bitches were expensive as fuck.'

Margareth closed her eyes. What was he even talking about? Harry had really gone crazy. If he would just let her sleep. She couldn't even struggle anymore, she didn't have the power to.